A study, of words, in crimson, sometimes blue, rarely yellow.

Grain of Sand

The whole world I wish to travel; across boundless seas & treacherous hills & forests of beasts.

What is it I wish to find? Maybe it is the chaos that my serenity has deprived me of. Maybe it is desire that fulfillment has satisfied. Maybe I simply wish to find myself, or maybe I wish to find if I might still be loved. Maybe I wish to find the purpose of my existence, or maybe I wish to find nothing at all.

But what if, in the end of a tiring, perilous journey, I come upon the one discovery I did not expect? What if, in the end, I find truth? What if, in the end, I find God? What am I to ask of Him? Or from Him? What am I to say? What am I to do? Do I ask Him for forgiveness for things that I still might not have done? Do I ask Him to tell me what exactly is my existence for?

Do I implore Him for reason? Do I beg Him for mercy? Or do I sit there quietly, humbled, & wait for Him to take my hand?

But what if, in the end, I find all that I’m looking for? But what if, in the end, the world is enough for me?

Maybe fate is a silly thing. Maybe I might not then be ready. Maybe I might still be a mere mortal, a grain of sand.